We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.

Books are slow, books are quiet. The Internet is fast and loud.

They reciprocated the great and saving lie--that our love for things is greater than our lover for our love for things--willfully playing the parts they wrote for themselves, willfully creating and believing fictions necessary for life.

These little daily choices that we're so used to thinking are irrelevant are the most important thing we do all day long.

She extended a hand that I didn't know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.

I spent my life learning to feel less.

When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own.